#also I'm sorry if you meant to include the angels OCs as well and I didn't add them

[sketch-guardian]

Some little things I want to ask! (Part of the list of asks)

1. What would they belike if they were all in a poly?

2. Mc using stickers to show whether or not they’re disappointed in them?

3. Mc making silly fake eyes paper and putting them on odon?

Feel free to ignore them and answer only one question!

As I already said, I don't mind answering asks and I would find quite rude ignoring them, so, while it might take me some time to write, I'll try to answer, hopefully in time😖(also, it wasn't specified if the headcanons were only for RAD Classmates, the New Exchange Students from the Celestial Realm or both, so I opted for the RAD classmates, since Odon was in the third ask. If you would also like to see the angel OCS in the same scenarios, please note it in the next ask🙈) Now let's proceed in order:

"RAD CLASSMATES IN A POLY RELATIONSHIP"

Just like a poly relationship between the demon brothers, a similar dynamic between the RAD classmates would result in quite the chaotic disaster, in a good way of course. Some of them, especially Demya and Domnra, might find the idea of ​​sharing MC unpleasant at first, however for the sake of the relationship, they would give it a try, slowly getting used to the dynamic. Over time the RAD classmates would find balance and each of them would carve out a small role designated specifically for them, although obviously they would make sure everyone agrees first and to include MC in particular. For example, Demya would take care of choosing the restaurants where some dates would take place, Domnra would choose training activities to carry out together, to exercise while having fun and listening to music, also satisfying Mobim's wish to visit toys shops or amusement parks, Azul would be responsible for taking photos of their special moments and personally making items that represent their love, Zuri would make sure everyone is dressed appropriately for their dates depending on the location, accommodating everyone's style, preferences and choosing outfits that would compliment their figures, while Odon would mainly take care of the members of the relationship's safety, because ultimately, being watched over by them means being protected at all times without fear, their contribution would also be eager, because in a similar relational dynamic, Odon would feel quite loved. MC would choose dates, which can vary from more reckless ideas to calmer ones like a simple cuddle pile

"RAD CLASSMATES WITH A MC WHO USES STICKERS TO SHOW APPROVAL AND DISAPPOINTMENT"

DEMYA

Demya would find such a habit cute and would be thrilled to experience such gestures from MC first hand. In the case of receiving a positive sticker, Demya would act more affectionate than usual, while for a negative sticker, she would complain and make sweet puppy eyes at MC to try to change their mind or in other cases where Demya would be more offended, she would sulk and bite her mate, luckily in a cheeky and playful way

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra would find MC's actions quite dumb, but they shouldn't be fooled by his tsundere attitude, because he would pay a lot of attention to his partner's opinion, since he can be quite insecure. If he received a positive sticker, Domnra would snort, trying to hide a smug grin and a blush, demanding to keep the sticker...for no reason, of course (liar-). If Domnra received a negative sticker, he would pretend not to be upset at all and would vent his anger elsewhere, looking for ways to make up for his mistakes

Mobim would be curious about such a custom, however receiving a positive sticker from MC would make it very happy, enough to dance around. As for a negative sticker, only if MC were a monster they would give it to Mobim, because that would result in crying from Mobim, guilt from MC and a scolding from Domnra

AZUL

Azul would find MC's habit adorable and would immediately want to join, curious about his eventual results. In the case of a positive sticker, Azul would giggle like a maniac and squeeze MC enthusiastically in a hug, as if he had won a prize. For a negative sticker, however, Azul would become whiny and sad, trying to make MC change their mind. Still being a little petty asshole, Azul would return the gesture to MC as payback, randomly attaching negative stickers to MC during the day, even on their forehead, perhaps even butt

ZURI

Zuri would honestly find MC's idea a bit childish and unnecessary, at least in appearance, however if observed carefully, MC can notice how Zuri pays attention to MC's judgment. If she received a positive sticker, Zuri would simply nod and hide a faint smile, grateful for the appreciation towards her efforts, expecting nothing less. However, if she received a negative sticker, MC would only notice a stoic grimace and a slight twitch in her eyes, a sign of her annoyance. Zuri wouldn't accept such an affront very much and would make sure to make her next performance impeccable

ODON

Odon would be curious about such practice on MC's part, having never seen similar customs except in nursery schools, so they would be content to feel included. If they received a positive sticker, Odon would smile wider and give a little clap, accepting the sticker as a medal of valor. As for a negative sticker, I don't think MC would have the heart to give Odon one, especially considering their past, because just seeing Odon's smile falter would be too much.

"ODON WITH A MC WHO PUTS SILLY PAPER EYES ON THEM"

At first Odon wouldn't understand MC's intent, however they would let it slide, especially since it doesn't bother them at all. Although the sight may seem silly in the eyes of others, in the end Odon wouldn't find anything wrong with the nice gesture. Odon might think that MC is trying to give them eyes since their face is half covered by locks of hair, however Odon would assure MC that they can see just fine and that for the sake of MC's sanity, it's better not to see what lies underneath and be satisfied with the paper eyes. Odon's eye-like creatures would also look unimpressed, considering that they are fully functional eyes

[spoopydooblr]

My King Will Be Kind Chapter 10 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: ummmmmmmm dont hate me i love you all sorry its been so long ://////////// but alas. THE TAILGATE PARTY! and yeah, its a long one. and YEAH there's some angst...

tw: cursing, lukas being creepy per usual, a wee bit of angst

The next morning, Kendall got on a flight back to New York while Stella stayed in Los Angeles for a few meetings. Her pilot was done and she was going to meet with her literary agent. The Delirium cast also wanted to get together for "Friendsgiving", but it was really just a photo op with food. Not that she didn't love a photo op, but the hot topic at this year's feast was surely going to be Stella's new relationship.

Most of the cast, including Stella, was relatively unknown before the show aired, so when one of them was in the news, it was always talked about. Her costar went on a date with Gigi Hadid once six months ago and everyone still talked about it. Now Stella was dating a billionaire and entrenched in his infamous, fucked up family.

Especially if Ken and Roman got the company...

Now that she was with Kendall, she really never needed to work again. They both knew that. But work was fun and Stella yearned to have her own success.

Unfortunately, that meant attending Delirium Friendsgiving.  And about a hundred questions regarding Kendall.  The worst part was, everyone knew she had been developing and writing a show, yet no one asked about it.  

"How did you even meet?"

"I bet he has a giant dick."

"Did he buy you those earrings?  I've never seen you wear Cartier."

She tried to answer honestly, because that was the best policy, right?

It was a little weird to be the center of attention, but Stella couldn't help her blush every time someone asked her a question about Kendall.  Then there were the five shots she had taken.

"So, like, what's the endgame?"  A costar's boyfriend asked her.

Stella froze.  She had never let herself think of the future with Kendall because it didn't seem like there would be one.  Sure, it was fun and they had a good time together, but would they really last?  They laughed about their wedding, but did he actually plan on getting remarried one day?

But they were in love.  

Love so sweet it made her stomach turn.

It wasn't just a relationship she could get over.  He was going to be on her mind forever, driving her crazy.  

After a lull in the conversation, Stella mumbled and excuse and ran to the bathroom.

Kendall picked up on the second ring.  "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, uh, I just wanted to hear your voice."

Kendall smiled, and she can hear that through the phone.  "How's your friend giving?"

"Friendsgiving."  She corrected him.  "And it's good.  I miss you."

"I miss you too, baby.  I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."  She pauses, "I love you."  The alcohol she had been drinking that night was definitely kicking in.  Tears were threatening to fall.

"Are you, uh, okay?"  Kendall laughed knowingly.  "Are you drunk, honey?"

"God, I'm so sorry!  I'm so dumb. I--"

Kendall chuckled.  "It's alright."

"Someone asked me what our endgame was and it freaked me out."

"What the fuck is that?"

"Right!? So dumb."

"No, like actually.  What is that?"

"Oh."  She laughed.  "It's like our future."

"Why are you scared about our future?"

"I don't know..ugh...I'm just fucking drunk."

"Well, when I talk about the big wedding I'm being serious, you know that, right?"

She blushed.  "I know."

"Whatever you want, okay?"

"I know, Ken."

"The endgame is good, you got it?  Fuckin, uh, to the moon."

Stella laughed.  "I love you."

"I love you too.  See you tomorrow."

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The next morning Stella was hungover as fuck, slumped over in her seat on the semi-private. 

Even with her designer sunglasses on (thanks, Kendall) it was still way too bright.  Thankfully it wasn't a full flight and Kendall insisted on semi-private travel, but when she landed, Stella only had four hours to get ready for the Tailgate Party.

Delirium Friendsgiving just had to be the night before the election.

Kendall had to laugh when she showed up at the penthouse in sweats and sunglasses, still wearing makeup from the night before.

"How was your night?"

Stella reluctantly pulled her sunglasses off.  "Fun, but tiring."  She wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing in his scent.  It was getting hard to be without him and she didn't know what to think.

"The glam squad is here."  He pulled away, chuckling at her disheveled appearance.  Stella looked behind him, noticing that they were definitely not alone.  

"I guess I should probably get ready." She turned, "Fuck."

"What?"

"I totally did not bring an outfit." Stella started to panic.  It was at least twenty minutes on the subway to her place and then twenty minutes back--

"Well, good, because I got you one."

"Of course you did." Though she was disappointed in herself for not planning ahead, whatever Kendall got her was definitely nicer than whatever Zara pantsuit she had in her closet. 

"I need to shower, too."

Kendall raised his eyebrows at her.  

"We have less than four hours, Kendall.  Absolutely not."

He leaned in.  "I'll just have to eat your fucking pussy in the limo again, I guess."

"Rude!"  She gasped.  Pushing past him and to the shower.

"You'll miss me."

Four hours later, they were all glammed-out, driving through Manhattan in a fancy black SUV.  Stella kind of expected some oral, but Kendall insisted on explaining the ins and outs of who was attending the party.

"And then there's Matsson."  He grumbled, running his hand down her thigh.  "He's the fuck that's trying to buy us out.  The GoJo guy."

"Oh.  Is he definitely coming?" Stella could barely picture his face.  She remembered seeing him on Twitter.  Matsson was some hot Swedish guy with a tech app.

"No, but I just have this fucking...feeling."  Kendall looked out the window.  "He always seems to show up where he's not wanted."

"And you said Shiv and him are kind of close?"

"Yeah." He breathed.  "I don't know the details.  They're like, fucking or something."

"Didn't you say she was pregnant?"

"Me and Rome think so.  She hasn't been drinking and something is off and the whole fuckfest with Tom..."  He looked up at Stella, who was frowning.

"I'm sorry your family is like this."

"I know.  Me too.  But like, uh, we're the Roy's, so."

"I get it."

"And you know as much as I'd love for you to be on my arm all night, I have some fucking, uh, business to do."

"I know."  She ran her hand down his arm.  "I'll make some friends.  Maybe I'll hang out with Greg."

"Oh, God, please don't.  That guy's a fucking leech."

Stella laughed, "Isn't he family?"

"Unfortunately."

She was quiet for a second.  "Speaking of..."  she slid her hand over his. "My mom wants to meet you.  And my brother."

Kendall's stress seemed to melt away at her statement.  "They do?"

"Yeah, I mean, my mom's having Christmas in Westchester next month and my brother is bringing his husband."  She smiled.  "My family's quite small but it'll be fun."

"And they want me to come?"

Stella's grip tightened on his hand.  "Yeah, Ken.  They're obviously a little confused, but they want to meet you."

The last time he had Christmas with normal people was when he was dating Rava, but Kendall didn't share that with her.

He didn't really know what to say.  "Wow, Stell--"

"I know you probably have some Waystar party or family thing, but if you wanted a low-key Christmas, Westchester is available."

"I don't know what to say."  Kendall gave her that toothy smile she loved so much.  "It sounds amazing."  He kissed her sweetly, "With the shitshow that is the sibs right now, I doubt we'll be doing anything for Christmas."

"So it's a yes?"

"Tentative.  I'll text Jess."

"Of course."  Stella laughed, but she was relieved Kendall didn't laugh at the concept of the Holidays with non-famous people.

They were silent for a few minutes, listening to the rap Kendall always had on in the car.  Stella swore she could hear her heart beating.  The car slowed to a stop at a fancy high rise apartment building.  There were a few other cars around them, all with important-looking people stepping out.  

"You ready?"  Kendall asked, but her answer didn't matter.

She nodded, but spoke, "I still feel unprepared."

He grabbed her face gently and gave her a reassuring kiss.  "It'll be good, Stell.  Trust me."

Kendall got out first and held out his hand, as if she was making her grand entrance.  In reality, there were only like four photographers, which really didn't bother Stella at all.  It was a good launch.  Not too hard, not too soft.

Cameras flashed around them, but Kendall kept his grip on her hand.  He pulled her into the building as fast as he could, but obviously, pictures would be on the internet anyway.

"Well I guess you're my real boyfriend now."  She said, following him to the elevator.

"Welcome to the good life."  

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"Oh, good, you're here."  Roman said to Kendall, then looked to Stella.  "And so are you."  He faked a smile.  "Playing trophy wife tonight, are we?"

"Nice to see you Roman."

"I'm not gonna lie."  He said, "You've lasted longer than I thought.  Weathered the Daddy Death Storm."

Shiv stood next to him.  "Glad you're here.  It's become a little bit of a sausage fest."  She gave Stella a side hug.

Kendall smiled at her.  He knew how much his siblings' approval meant.  That being said, Stella knew the sibs needed their space. 

"I'm going to get a drink.  I'll see you later?"  She said to Kendall.

"Yeah, uh, when things quiet down I'll find you."  He kissed her.  "I love you."

Stella blushed, knowing Kendall's siblings were right there and were listening.

"I love you too."

Stella walked off, looking around for a waiter.  Though she was hungover, a drink was necessary to get through a night like this.  Sure, she could mingle, but could she impress some of the most powerful people in the city?  Her plan was to lie low and try to find Willa or, admittedly, Greg.  They were easy to talk to and their opinions didn't matter.  She didn't want to say the wrong thing to somebody important and fuck something up for Kendall.  

Luckily for Stella, Willa found her first.

"Stella!" She called from the couch, beckoning for her to come.

It was a relief knowing someone at the party actually wanted to talk to her.

"Hey!" Willa gave her a big hug.  "I was hoping you would be here tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  It's nice having another...non-Roy...here."

"I get it.  It's overwhelming."

"How have you been?"  They sat together on the couch with their drinks.  "I wasn't sure if you'd be back after the wedding."

"No!  Your wedding was gorgeous, I was so happy to be there."

"We appreciated you staying."  She leaned in. "Don't say anything.  But Con was crushed."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"I wanted to say,"  Willa gave her a reassuring smile, like the older sister Stella never had.  "We're in this together.  Everything you're going through, I had to do too.  This family is hard.  You're just lucky you didn't have to meet Logan."

Stella smiled back.  "Thanks, Willa.  I really appreciate that."

"I'm also really impressed with your work.  Have you ever thought about going into theater?"

Stella was a bit confused, but remembered Kendall's warnings about Willa and her play.  "Uh, I never really--"

"Everybody. Welcome one and all!"  Tom's voice squeaked into the penthouse.  "Uh, Ken, take it away."

Stella giggled at how little autonomy Tom had at his own party, in his own apartment.

"Thanks, Tom. Thank you.  Okay, welcome, everybody."  His voice boomed through the space, unlike Tom.  He had told Stella he was going to do a "small toast" at the beginning, but honestly she didn't know what Kendall's definition of small was. "All right. Who we got here? Who we got here?"

"Carly Flight.  Oh, shit.  All right, okay. The Pod Goddess.  Everybody watch out for her.  Careful what you say."  He earned a laugh from the room.  Stella was kind of starstruck that Carly Flight was there.  She used to listen to her podcast when she was driving back and forth to Delirium shoots.

Kendall continued.  "Larry, Mary. Lovely. Lovely to see you guys. Uh, who else is here? Who's here? Len. Len giveth and Len taketh away."  The crowd laughed again.  Stella's heart swelled with pride.  That was her boyfriend.  

"Watch out for Len. Uh, my guy, Nate Sofrelli, saw the polls this morning and moonwalked here."  Nate Sofrelli...that was a hot button name for the family, if Stella remembered correctly.  Ex-lover of Shiv and obvious enemy of Tom, but Ken had to shmooze with him big time that night.

"Our best to Gil and Jimenez."  Kendall laughed.  There was a beat before he cleared his throat.  "Uh, we have another special guest in attendance,"  He looked around the room before his eyes landed on Stella.  "My uh, very amazing girlfriend Stella is here."  The room quieted as everyone looked at her.  "Yes, you probably recognize her.  Delirium is up for a Golden Globe, right?"  There were murmurs around her.  Stella blushed, unable to look anywhere but to Kendall.  She raised her glass and nodded.  What else could she do?

"She's helped me get my head on straight these last few months, because, uh, it's our... it's our first tailgate party without the big guy.  But, uh, we're still gonna live it up.  As always, kettle corn, over there,"  He pointed to a bag of kettle corn with a few American flags sticking out.  "Will be shipped to whoever is closest to tomorrow's electoral count.  And, uh... Yeah, this is a tough one.  But, uh, we're all gonna stay sane, and we're all gonna stay friends.  Yeah?  Thanks to my sis for hosting."  He raised his glass to her.

The crowd erupted in cheers for Shiv, who raised her glass back to Kendall.

"We didn't know what to do this year.  Um...you know...we watch history. We make history, and then one day, we become it.  So, can I just... I'd like to ask you all for a moment of silence, if we could, in memory."  He bowed his head.  

Stella didn't necessarily feel comfortable sharing a moment of silence for the man that was Logan Roy, but she kept her mouth shut.  She didn't have to, though, because the door to the penthouse was thrown open, revealing a group of European-looking people.  Leading the pack was a tall, attractive blonde man wearing a golden tracksuit.  

Kendall faltered a bit, clearly thrown off by the presence of GoJo.  He recovered, putting on a fake, welcoming smile. "Uh, it's okay.  Hey, man.  So, VIP in the house.  Mr. Matsson, how are you?  Welcome."

They traded a few quips back and forth, but Kendall got control of the situation quickly and ended the toast.  Stella watched him stomp away, the Sibs on his toes.

Connor appeared, taking a seat next to Willa.  "Roman just offered me ambassadorship to drop out of the race."

"What?"  Willa looked shocked.  "You can't drop out."

"I told him that the UN is more my speed."  He looked at Stella and grinned.  The man was truly delusional.  

It made sense to her, though.  Mencken was Rome's candidate, and the ConHeads were taking votes away.  

"I think you should squeeze Rome for all he's got."  Stella said.  Not that she wanted Connor Roy anywhere near the UN, but watching Roman sweat and Mencken lose would be everything to her.  

"I think you're right."  Willa said.  "Ask for more, Con."

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Stella left Willa and Connor to talk more about his ambassadorship.  Maybe she could strike up a conversation with Carly Flight if she was able to get close enough.  She weaved her way through groups of people, getting more than a few glances.  Though it was Shiv's apartment, Stella kind of felt like the queen.  

Yelling from downstairs peaked her interest.  It sounded kind of like Greg, but he was...chanting?  A frustrated woman with dark brown curls stomped up the stairs.  Stella recognized her as one of Matsson's minions. The woman pushed past the crowd to the balcony, Kendall following her.  Stella felt an anxious pit in her stomach.  Her cheeks reddened a bit with jealousy.  Why was Kendall chasing after an attractive foreign girl?

Stella shook it off, but Kendall definitely followed the woman to the balcony alone.  Of course, it was probably business-related, but she couldn't help but worry.  Though she loved him, he had a habit of going towards shiny new things.  

Her half-drunken thoughts started to spiral when she heard her name being chanted like before.

"STELLA!  STELLA!  STELLA!"  She looked down the stairs to see Greg and Matsson sitting with some other men.  Shiv was right, it really was a sausage fest.

"Uh, hi?"  Stella crept down the stairs, giving the group a nervous smile.  Matsson had watched her descend from the stairs and now had looked her up and down.

"Kendall has good taste."  His Swedish accent pierced her eardrums.

"Excuse me?"  She something inside of her snapped.

"And she bites?"  He pretended to growl.  "Come sit."

The thought of Kendall and the GoJo woman flashed in her mind.

"Okay."  She said.  The only available seat was next to Matsson.

He turned to her and held out his vape.  Stella smirked, revealing her own.  She stuck it in her mouth and sucked for maybe a little too long.  Matsson eyed her every move.

"I've seen you before."  He said.  "Delirium fan edits do numbers on my app."

"They do."  There were millions of Delirium fancams and edits on GoJo.

"You watch them?"  Lukas moved closer to her.  "You like to watch yourself?"

"Maybe.  I think I'm quite good at my job."

"I think you are too.  But I think,"  he turned to his minion, "I think you could do better."

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"We're working on a streaming service--once we get Waystar."  

Greg started to speak, but Lukas cut him off.  "I think you could be a fucking star."

Stella bit her lip.  It was a little much, but she kind of liked it.  "You think so?"  She obviously was shitting him, but still, he fascinated her a bit.

"I do."

There were footsteps behind him and he moved away from Stella at the sound.  

"Oh, um, hello.  What the fuck kind of crossover is this?"  Shiv asked.  It was a weird group, for sure.  

"Hey! There she is!"  Matsson exclaimed.

"Hey."

"Welcome to the kid's table!"  He motioned to everyone.  

"Can I, uh, talk to you for a second?"

 "Oh, yeah. Is it time to up the periscopes?"

"Um, yeah."

"Sorry to break up the brains trust." 

Matsson nodded, then looked to Stella.  "My people will be in touch."

"Your people? Lukas what the fuck?"  Shiv said, dragging him behind her.

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Eventually Stella was sitting with Connor, Willa, Lukas, and the GoJo woman, who introduced herself as Ebba.

Lukas was getting more intoxicated, and with Ebba clearly upset with him, he sat next to Stella.  

It wasn't exactly her ideal seating arrangement.  

"Hey superstar."  He slurred.  "How'd Kendall Roy land someone like you, huh?"

"Lukas."  Ebba scolded.  

"I mean, everyone wants to know, right?"  Lukas said, his voice getting louder.  "You didn't meet on Raya, did you?"

Stella stared him down.  

"Or is it like a sugarbaby thing?  I'd be into that, for sure."

"It's not--"

"Well it's definitely his billions of dollars, but what else?"

"Maybe because he doesn't wear ugly tracksuits and last season's Nikes."  She spat at him.

"Again with the bite!"  He said.  "I like that."

"I'm sure you do."

"I know you think he's the future."  Matsson whispered.  "He's not."

"He is."  Stella insisted.

"You think once I claim the throne I can get the queen, too?"  Lukas leaned closer to her, staring at Ebba across the room.  

Stella inhaled.  A long time ago she swore to never let guys like him get to her.  

"You fucking wish."

"I do."  He turned his gaze to Stella, "You find me attractive, don't you?"

"Lukas!" Ebba shouted.  

"I think you're a douche."

"Ah, that's not what I asked."

She didn't think of a response before Roman interrupted and started to berate Connor.

"Everyone in this room thinks you're a fսcking joke."  He yelled, "So tell your "wife" to shut the fսck up, cover her shoulders, and pack a fսcking bag for Oman, okay?"

Kendall appeared behind him, putting his hands on Roman's shoulders.  "Rome. Rome."

Roman shook him off, glaring at Connor. Connor exclaimed that Willa was the only one who believed in him and he was going to continue to run.  

"You got my vote, a hundred percent, if I could vote."  Matsson laughed.  

Connor and Willa stormed off, leaving Stella and Matsson on the couch.  She immediately got up and walked to Kendall's side.  He glared at Matsson. 

"Hey." 

"Hey."  She smiled.  "How did everything go?"

"Uh, fucking, not sure."  Kendall laughed.  "I think good."

"Good." It was so nice to have him there, finally.

"How was your night?"

"Um."  She looked at Lukas.  His advances did kind of ruin her night.  

"We had a great time, right Stell?"  Lukas said, raising his vape.

Kendall's jaw tightened at the nickname.  

Stella rolled her eyes at Matsson.  "I'll tell you about it later, Ken."

Kendall tried to protest, but was interrupted by Lukas, who complained about New York.  They traded sarcastic comments, drawing a small crowd of onlookers.  Everyone wanted to get a piece of the action. 

"But you, man. Your numbers. Exploding, right? Like, literally unbelievable."

"Well, thank you. Thank you. And congrats to you as well, 'cause I hear your numbers are gay."

"My numbers are... are what?"

"Gay."

They retorted more, but ended up hugging.  Seeing Kendall hug the man who had been harassing her all night was the last straw.  

That was it for Stella.  She excused herself and kept walking, even when Kendall called after her.  It was just too fucking much.  She was drunk and high and hungover and wanted to go home.  Lukas was creepy and Kendall was only in business-mode.  Willa and Connor had left and Greg was bragging about firing Waystar staff.  People were offering up ambassadorship like it was candy.  Life was not supposed to be like that.  

She walked out of the building and caught a taxi, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone.  For the first time that night, she checked her phone.  

Of course there were thousands of notifications, all about her entrance to the party with Kendall.  They were official now, according to the media.

Great.

[my-dark-lord]

Hi! I wanted to ask, is there a way to read more about your ocs in hellaverse? I just kinda like other people ocs very much lol

Hey! I'm so sorry this is running so late, Nonny, I meant to reply sooner than this but I tend to get distracted super easily. I've got the ADHD pretty bad and in my past life I was the goldfish that made scientists think they all had five second memories.

At any rate, I have quite a few Hellaverse OCs! A lot of fankids and then quite a few surrounding Ozzie or Valentino. I've been working more with the ones that deal with Val, lately, which are mostly Darío, Ostello, and Anya!

The main OCs I have are Ostello, Anya, Darío, Ozzie's Parents (Abstemiounessa and Valore), Archangel Uriel, Leviathan, Magpie, Vick, and then a few others that I don't do much with. I also have fankids but that may be for another time.

I literally just reworked Ostello's bio and took it from 364 words to 1,101 words and updated a lot of information that had become wrong as I wrote him. Anya recently got upgraded from OC that I didn't really do anything with to OC that I'm using a lot more.

They're all on my RP blog, @e-m-p-error, though a lot of them need a little reworking. For now, I can share Ostello and Anya's info here! I've been working on them most recently. Ostello is Valentino's ex-husband and Anya is his Personal Assistant!

It's under a cut for length. Ostello's info is LONG. All art by me.

Anya

Human Name: Anya Kazlow

Name In Hell: Anya

Nicknames: Annie Baby, Yaya

Faceclaim: My/Friend’s Art

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 30 (When He Died); 37 Years Dead

Birthday: April 30th, 1956 (Taurus)

Deathday: December 5th, 1986

Height: 6'8"

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual Bimantic, Ambigamous

Species: Gorgon Sinner

Snake Color: Red and White

Eye Color: Pale red sclera, bright green irises

Occupation: Valentino’s Personal Assistant

Headcanon Masterlist

When Anya was alive, she worked in a veterinarian’s office that saw a lot of exotic pets owned by bad people. There were all kinds of things that she had to overlook in her line of work, including humans that had bullet wounds or other such injuries. She doubled as a nurse when she had to, and learned how to take care of human and animal injuries alike. Always having been nurturing and gentle, she was well-loved by the Russian mafia in her town in Belarus and ended up getting married to a lower-ranking member after tending to him for one summer.

She was shot on their wedding day when a rival cell infiltrated the wedding and killed as many of the people there as they could. She died holding her lover’s hand, and vowing revenge. This never came to fruition.

Meeting Valentino not long after she fell, Anya was hired on to be his PA after she ended up gentling him through an injury that he obtained in a turf war. She happened to be there at the time, and he decided having a medically minded personal assistant would be a good idea. She sold her soul to him, and being an important member of his team, she was given the golden tooth that Angel Dust and Val both had. She is in love with Valentino, but he only sees her as a friend. She’s mostly okay with this because it’s worth it just to be near him. It is her job to handle most things that Vox doesn’t handle for him. This can be anything from cast lists to work schedules to bartending if he needs someone to cover a shift. If Val needs it done, she’ll do it.

Her snakes are Frog Eating Rat Snakes, and because of this, they have bacteria in their mouths. If she bites you, it is an immediate, violent, and disgusting case of leprosy that can kill in minutes. She has only ever bitten three people, and she usually doesn’t, but she will absolutely do it if it is necessary.

Anya is very nosy and always likes to be up on the latest gossip and whatever juicy things are going on around Val. She will pry into his business while she takes care of him while he’s drunk so she is abreast of the latest drama.

Ostello 

Human Name: Oscar Lawrence

Name In Hell: Ostello

Nicknames: Tello, Baby (Valentino Exclusive), Broadway (@strangeandun-muse-ual’s Vox Exclusive)

Faceclaim: My Art/Al Pacino

Original Universe: Mainverse

Birthday: January 21st, 1899

Human Deathday: May 3rd, 1944

Demon Deathday: February 9th, 1980 (Assassinated by Val with a Holy spear)

Age: 45 (When He Died As A Human); 36 Years Dead (When Killed By Val); 80 Years Dead (In Heaven)

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Homosexual Homoromantic Ambigamous

Species: Badger Sinner

Height: 6'8"

Relation: Valentino’s Ex-Husband (Widowed)

Occupation: Overlord, Pop-Jazz Singer, Arms Dealer

Headcanon Masterlist

When he was alive, his name was Oscar Lawrence. Oscar was the son of Ruth and Samuel Lawrence, their only child. Marty was his father’s best friend, his right-hand man in the fire department, and his wife’s affair partner. Oscar knew about the affair for approximately a year before his father died on Christmas day when he was ten years old. A year after his father’s death, Marty was his stepfather, and while he never held any express animosity toward him, he never called Marty his father. His mother and Marty had two kids together who were twelve and fourteen years younger than he was, and he was never particularly close to his half-siblings.

At seventeen, he had dropped out of school and gone to work in a club in Omaha. He was discovered singing one of the numbers from a nightly show while cleaning by his boss, who loved his sound and gave him his own attempt at playing a show one Saturday night. For starters, he did a few covers of things that he had heard and ended the night on a song he’d written himself. His lyrics were filled with a longing he became known for, a desire for something he could never have. It became something that was so Oscar Lawrence to long, to pine so genuinely and openly that it was impossible to separate from him. So much of his music was about barely scraping his fingertips against the thing he longed for, and nobody could ever quite get out of him what it was.

When he was twenty, he met Olivia, his wife-to-be. She fell for him, hard and fast, and he never felt much. But it was a suspicious thing for a man his age not to have a wife, and he liked Olivia enough to live with her. Oscar was rarely home, out touring and recording a lot, but at twenty-one their daughter, Gertrude “Gertie” Rose Lawrence was born. He rarely saw her, and when he was home, he was usually sad and drunk. Gertie doesn’t remember much of her dad, but his biggest sin with her was neglect. He never rose his hand against her or her mother, and he was never particularly cruel.

However, he did cheat on his wife. Often while he was on tour, he could sleep with any woman that wanted him in ways he found impossible to do with his wife at home. Like many singers of his time, he also had a stage presence on the silver screen. Much like he found many temporary replacements for his wife, he found a semi-permanent replacement for his daughter as a mentor to Shirley Temple.

If there was something as Oscar Lawrence as pure, unadulterated longing, it was a desire to run from what he did have with that same desperation.

His biggest sin in life was that he was gay in a time when that was very highly frowned upon, and it was a well-kept secret. Nobody knew about it, and he never once acted on it while he was alive.

When he died in 1944, it was a slow, painful, and disorienting death alone in a hospital half a country away from his family. His wife and daughter flew out to see him just in time to say goodbye, and he couldn’t recall who they were. He died of acute liver failure that had progressed under the radar of his manager who had been busy working him through the holidays.

Olivia sued the company for negligence that led to her husband’s death, and she and Gertie continued to never want for anything but the man whom they owed their cushy lives to. Neither could say they knew him before he died, and after they would know him even less.

Oscar sort of expected to fall into Hell, and when he did, he was unsurprised. For a few months, he just tooled around, feeling out his new abilities and appearance as a badger. He discovered early on that he had pyrokinesis and it was something of a novelty for a while.

One night while walking the streets and experimenting with it in the lonely hours of the morning, he gave a fireball too much juice and shot an Overlord on her way back from a big deal. He didn’t expect it, and it led to a huge fight between the two of them in which Ostello accidentally became the victor. It was a hard fight and when her gun was knocked from her hands, he managed to grab it in the ensuing wrestling for it. Unbeknownst to him, it was loaded with holy bullets, and ended in her demise.

Her attendants, who had scattered during the fight, came to him to tell him that he was now in charge of her territory as long as nobody else took it, and he took the responsibility fairly seriously. This didn’t stop him from pursuing a musical career on top of the weapons dealing, of course, but it was somethingi that he did want to do to the best of his ability.

Ostello, as he eventually renamed himself, became a rather beloved fixture of the Pentagram. He was hard to upset and treated his workers with dignity and respect. They were paid well, especially those who gathered holy metals during the Extermination, and he never went so far as to treat any of them cruelly.

He worked with Alastor to produce radio shows and sang live several times for him. When Vox eventually came around, Ostello left Alastor’s employ to work under a label that Vox owned. He performed for him there, with concerts and other such things, until the day he was killed. His music is still fairly popular and played in several Voxtech buildings.

In 1972, he met Valentino, and in two months married the moth. He was a devoted husband who wanted nothing more than to make his wife happy, and he spent the next eight years absolutely enamored by him. However, Valentino had never really been in love with him, and in 1980 used a holy spearhead pilfered from Ostello’s own armory to kill him.

Due to his love for Valentino driving him to be a much, much happier and better person, when he died he was reincarnated in Heaven. He dislikes Heaven very much because he misses Valentino and was reunited with Olivia. He does not know that Gertie is in Hell. He has been watching Valentino in Hell for years and is abreast with the latest things going on in his life at all times.

[lifeisdabubbles-undersalmondean]

La Pomme ~ Chapter 13

Pairing: Sam x OC (eventual Dean x OC and Dean x Castiel. And I mean eventual.)

Series summary: George is a casual French-Mistake-universe Supernatural fan living in no-COVID 2020, who's life is upended when she's suddenly launched between realities, two years into the boys' past (S13E22). What begins as an insane, immersive fan experience turns into more when Jack goes missing and George offers up her AU information to help track him down. Soon it's discovered that she and Sam may actually have history. But that's impossible, right?

Word Count: 3,800

Warnings: {smut, fluff, angst, show level violence, swearing, mentions of suicide} ***Detailed warnings will be tagged for specific chapters.

A/N: Following the events of my prequel Paradise and second story From My Eyes Off. Reading those first gives context but isn’t necessary to start this one.

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Early the next morning, they'd all gotten outta bed a little sluggish but showered and dressed quickly. George was moving extra slow because what little sleep she did get had been plagued by nightmares. Typically she could remember even the smallest details of her incredibly vivid dreams for hours after she awoke, but this time the only thing she could focus on was a lingering sense of panic, like she was being hunted by something dangerous.

The exhaustion ended up being a blessing, though, because Sam and George were both too tired to be awkward around each other while they got ready. As he showered, George dressed in her new clothes; the dark bootcut jeans, maroon v-neck long sleeved tee, and Friends hoodie. She gave a little knock on the bathroom door to let Sam know that the coast was clear, before sitting down to slip on her new black tennis shoes.

He emerged a few moments later dressed in a dark blue and white flannel and dark blue jeans, his wet hair slicked back and out of his face. That damn sexy beard was still there, too; still wet from the shower.

Oh my. Her eyes went wide, feeling the temperature in the room skyrocket. Sam must have caught her reaction because he looked down at himself curiously.

"What?" He wondered.

"Er--nothing! Sorry." She mumbled, quickly turning away to hide her smirk.

That's all the caffeine my libido needed.

While she fanned herself discreetly, she gathered up her things. Once she was sure she had everything--including the teddy--Sam threw on his chocolate brown jacket and they left the room, meeting up with Dean and Cas at the car. Everyone was ready to hit the road by sunrise.

They stopped at the Carrier Bistro, another Carson City gem, for a quick breakfast because Sam and George were starving. Matching their car seating arrangements, Dean and Sam sat on one side of the booth, Cas and George sat across from them. Castiel got water, George got iced tea, a waffle, and a side of eggs, Sam got an egg white omelet, and Dean, who'd already eaten nearly half the pie George bought for him, ordered some toast and a side of bacon (because a little grease is the perfect thing to top off a ton of sugar in the morning). Both brothers also ordered 'the world's largest coffee or the next best thing.'

When the waiter left, George filled them in on her adventures the night before.

"Once I left you guys, I tried taking the cab to my mom's house but no one was there. The house didn't even look the same, but I know it was the right address. Same thing for my dad's house, the house I grew up in across town, and the condo my brother recently bought. They all looked different and no one I recognized was there. So, I decided to try researching my family to see if I could track down where they were and that's when I found that." She gestured at the article she'd found about the house fire that was set on the table between them.

"That's why you went to the college?" Dean confirmed.

George seemed surprised, "Yea… how did yo-"

"It's what we do," He responded coolly, taking a sip of his coffee when the waiter dropped their drinks off.

"We tracked you down through the cab company," Sam reminded her. After a beat she remembered him mentioning it the night before, nodding affirmatively.

"Ran into Stacey," Dean interjected with a smirk, George's eyes went a little wide in surprise. "She was helpful, pointed us in the direction of the diner. But-uh, she asked us to pass on a message." He took a sip of his coffee, shooting eyes at Sam.

A faint blush creeped onto her cheeks and she chuckled nervously, avoiding Sam's gaze, "Oh?"

Sam cleared his throat nervously, "Uh, yea, she just wanted us to tell you to, uh, lose her number?" He tried to seem nonchalant and uninterested. Dean was grinning from ear to ear, staring with open curiosity at her.

Her expression was a cross between indignation and guilt as she asked, "What?! Why? What did you say to her?"

Sam looked pointedly at Dean, who was now trying to look innocent and answered, "Nothing! We said we were trying to find a missing person whose boyfriend wa-"

"You told her I have a boyfriend?! Ugh, Dean!" George laughed and rolled her eyes. The three of them were looking at her expectantly, so she explained, "Without a student ID they weren't going to let me in, so… I had to find another way," She batted her eyelashes exaggeratedly at them.

"So, what, you blinked at her?" Dean chuckled at his own joke as she reached across the table to slap his arm.

"No, I used the only resources I had at my disposal," She clarified pointedly. When they still seemed confused, she sat up straight and pushed her chest out with a clearing of her throat.

"Oohhh, I see! Your resources. Got it," Dean gave her an exaggerated wink and took another drink of his coffee.

"Yea! And now you've told her I have a boyfriend and she thinks I'm an asshole!"

"I got the impression she just thought you were confused," Dean offered helpfully.

"Oh my god! Damn it, Dean!" George laughed in annoyance.

"Why does it matter?" He laughed indignantly right back. "Were you planning on pursuing that? I think I saw a payphone back in Reno if you'd like us to drop you off on our way to Jack."

George 'grr'ed at him and shook her head, "That's not the point! I am not confused about my sexuality and I don't cheat on my partners, which--thanks to you--is now what Stacey thinks! Not exactly the kind of thing I want becoming canon."

"Relax, flirting isn't cheating," Dean waved her off flippantly.

George's nostrils flared and she smiled condescendingly, "Well, thanks for warning me about your standards, but I'm not talking about the flirting." Sam snorted loudly and tried not to laugh, clearing his throat exaggeratedly when Dean gave him a dirty look. Having paused to hold back her own laughter, she explained, "I… sort of flashed her in order to get login credentials to use the computer."

Sam and Dean jumped in surprise as the waiter walked up at that moment, dropped their food, and refilled the coffee swiftly. George, sweet smile plastered on her face, buttered and syruped her waffle in silence. Castiel seemed to be calculating the ramifications of that statement, Sam was blushing, and Dean was stunned to silence. Cutting a piece, she nodded affirmatively and then took a bite, chewing with a big, closed mouthed grin as they all processed.

"Ohhhhh! You used your resources," Dean finally said slowly and with great emphasis. Then he nodded slowly in appreciation, "Not bad," he stamped his approval before shoveling a bacon into his mouth. George blushed a bit but smiled again with a small eye roll, before tipping an imaginary hat at him. She glanced at Sam briefly to gauge his reaction, before taking another bite. His expression was indiscernible, but he looked more curious than disgusted, so that was promising.

Castiel waited for them to eat a few bites in awkward, contemplative silence before asking curiously, "You 'flashed her' what? Do you have a fake badge of some kind?"

Sam choked on his omelet and Dean snorted into his coffee. Laughing nervously, George glanced between them, suddenly seeming slightly embarrassed about the situation for the first time. Having done it was one thing, having to describe it was another.

Looking back at Castiel she answered, "Flashing is uh,... it's when you… you just kind of, you just, you lift your shirt up for a minute. Or whatever."

Castiel didn't understand, "You lift your shirt 'up?' Up where? Why is that a form of currency suitable for trade?"

It had been her literal job for the past 10 years to educate and communicate on sex, but being questioned by an angel was like going to confession on steroids. Even though his tone was purely curious, she felt inexplicably judged. And she was agnostic!

She thought about it for a moment, noting the total lack of assist from the still recovering brothers across the table and finally just stated matter of factly, "Oh fuck it, I lifted my shirt over my chest and showed her what was underneath." When he still looked confused, she clarified further, "My breasts, Castiel. I showed her my breasts. That's what flashing is. And in exchange for letting her look at my breasts, she logged me into a computer. There."

Dean took another bite of bacon to stifle his laughter after asking, "Curious, if you wanted that 'becoming canon?'" George flipped him the bird before stealing one bacon as retribution.

Castiel seemed to understand the explanation but asked, "How did you know she was interested in seeing your breasts?"

George snorted, patting his arm patronizingly, and ever-so-humbly saying, "Uh, let's just say I had a hunch," then glanced again at the brothers who both shook their heads in amusement.

Sam cleared his throat and finally found his voice again, "I think what Cas means is, ho-how did you know she was… interested in-in your chest-" Sam stuttered, glancing at Dean who snickered, "Er, I mean, not like that! I meant-"

"You meant, how did I know she was gay?" George clarified kindly, to which Sam nodded in thanks. She shrugged, "Well, I didn't for sure, but queer people can usually sense our friends." She gave Dean a discreet smirk and once over before continuing, "Based on that, and some of her more apparent interests, I took a shot. Not the worst experience, all things considered; certainly lucked out that she was cute and friendly."

No one was quite sure how to respond until Dean commented with a mouth full of toast, "I guess she was cute, if you like girls with heavy theatre makeup."

George furrowed her brow, "What? She wasn't wearing that much makeup."

"I guess that's subjective; all that pink blush everywhere was too much for my taste," He shook his head with a shrug.

George and Sam shared an annoyed eye roll and he corrected quickly, "Dean, that wasn't makeup. She had vitiligo."

"Viti-what-o?"

George swatted at him again, "Vitiligo, loser! It's a condition where you lose skin color in patches because the pigmentation cells die."

"Oh," Dean said, intrigued. He thought about it for a minute and then said, "Then you're right, she was cute. Do you still have that number?"

"Oh wow," George blurted, rubbing a hand over her face and chuckling. "Sorry guy, she was definitely a lesbian."

"Anyway!" Sam interjected to save them all from his perverted brother.

Still chucking, George picked the conversation back up on his cue, "Anyway, after the flashing she logged me into a computer and I was able to find out all about my nonexistence," She made an exaggerated sneer, as though the idea offended her. "So, mom's parents: dead in a house fire supposedly due to faulty wiring. Over on my dad's side, I had to go all the way back three generations where I discovered that my great grandfather succumbed to illness on the battlefield during WWI before he'd had any children. Other than my Aunt Lorna, who by all accounts is alive somewhere, the entire family I grew up with doesn't exist." She paused and took a sip of her drink, trying to swallow down her emotions.

"I'm sorry, George," Sam reached over and placed his hand over hers consolingly, the other two giving her sympathetic looks. She smiled softly at the touch, turning her hand over in his and squeezing in gratitude. When she noticed the raised brow on Dean's face, she cleared her throat and pulled her hand away to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I was just kind of in shock when I found everything." She paused to take a thoughtful bite of her scrambled eggs before continuing, "Not shock actually… more like, happy surprise? I was kinda relieved, if I'm honest." Sam and she shared another knowing glance before she continued, "Like, I can focus on helping you guys now because I know nothing is holding me back. I have no family to worry about. I'm completely, totally… utterly, and… 100 percent alone here," As she said it the internal struggle between relief and spiraling panic boiled up again.

Sam frowned, but Castiel was the one who offered comfort, "You're not alone, George."

"Thanks, Castiel," She sighed in frustration and put her fork down, suddenly losing her appetite. "What I mean is, I just felt this strange sense of acceptance and…" she struggled to find the right words to describe an indescribable feeling. "Purpose? It was like 'OK, my family isn't here, I don't have anyone who might be worrying about me, so now I can focus on what I'm supposed to do'. I mean I've always felt different; I never fit in much. I was always the weird kid and didn't have many friends, and holy shit my family. Ya know, I love 'em but--and this sounds bad, so excuse the obvious lack of humility here--I just always felt like the sane patient in the asylum, ya know? It--Ya know what, not the time to get into it," She had sounded like she was headed off on a tangent but pulled herself back.

"When I found all this information last night, I--I…I don't really know how to explain it," She and Sam shared a quick knowing glance before she continued, "but while I should have felt devastated, I mostly felt relief. Like I finally could breathe in all the way because I'm where I'm supposed to be? It was also confirmation that the only people I knew in this universe were the people I was already with, and already helping! Bonus," She finished with a hesitant, confused chuckle. She knew how crazy she sounded. The look Dean was giving her seemed to indicate he felt the same. "Don't ask me to explain it because I have no idea," giving a defeated shrug, she continued, "anyway, I knew you guys were going to find me soon, so I printed the article and left--not before Stacey gave me her number--and headed over to Brown Cub for your food," Dean tipped his imaginary hat to her. "Then I got the room, stripped off those crusty ass clothes, and took the best shower of my life. Then you showed up."

"What do you mean you *knew* we'd find you soon?" Castiel questioned.

"What?" She'd stolen another piece of Dean's bacon and had to dodge his swatting. "What do you mean?"

"How did you know we would find you?"

"Oh, I didn't know-know, I just...figured? I mean, like Dean said, it's what you do--the Winchesters and Castiel, ya know? You've got a certain set of skills," She cracked, winking at Sam and then shrugged, "I knew it wouldn't be long before you'd be able to track me down."

Castiel pressed, "How could we track you down? We don't even know your last name and you don't have a cell phone. How did you know we were coming?" George gave Sam and Dean a raised eyebrow, not understanding why Cas was semi-interrogating her.

Dean felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and pulled it out to see Garth calling. He excused himself from the table to answer it.

"I...I mean, I didn't know you were coming. I just-"

"Tell me more about your instincts feeling heightened? And your sense of purpose? Do you know what this 'purpose' might be?" He questioned her.

Thinking he was just being a concerned friend, George shook her head helplessly, "No, not really. Honestly, I--"

He cut her off to ask matter-of-factly, "Do you have any Enochian protection symbols on your person?"

She was confused by the question, "What, like a tattoo? No, I told you I wasn't that big of a fan--"

"Could be a tattoo, could be something burned into your skeletal structure, maybe?"

"Not that I'm aware of?" George smirked in confusion, glancing at Sam for any explanation. His feeble shrug in response offered no clarity.

"Because, when I try to read you, you're fuzzy--"

"Sorry--I'm fuzzy when you try and read me?" George looked indignant.

"Hey, we got problems." Dean had returned from his phone call and seemed agitated. "That was Garth. He joined Carol and Suzie on the recon like we asked and they saw the demon pack grab a 12 year old boy for lunch. They stormed in and nearly got themselves killed saving him."

"Jesus," George commented with a frown.

"Are they--" Sam began with concern.

Anticipating his question, Dean cut him off, "They're safe for right now but they're hurt and pretty sure the pack tailed them. They need help. I tried mom and Bobby but they're tracking something near Fresno, closer to us than them and..." Dean paused heavily, giving George an indiscernible expression.

"And?!" Sam asked impatiently.

Dean sighed, "Carol thinks she saw Jack with the demons while they were trying to escape."

"What?!" George and Sam exclaimed simultaneously. George's was far more indignant than Sam's.

"Carol says that when they went in to rescue the boy, they passed other rooms. Most were empty but she swears she saw someone who looked an awful lot like Jack in one. By the time she saw him, they were running with the kid, so she can't be a hundred percent sure b--"

"Well, I'm a hundred percent sure Carol needs her eyes checked!" George blurted out, before retracting her neck and looking apologetic, "Sorry, that was unnecessary. Carol is lovely and I'm sure it was a terrifying situation." She paused and then looked at Dean with a pleading expression, "That being said: she's WRONG! I just finished spilling my guts out to you about an identity crisis over the fact that my entire family doesn't exist! And the one good thing that came out of it is that now I know I'm meant to be here! The only answer I'm missing is why I'm here and helping you both--finding jack--that's the only answer that makes any sense. It's why I feel so strongly about going to Oregon with you. Think about it, what other reason could there possibly be for this weird ass situation if not to help you locate Jack?" Sam gulped a bit, a few suggestions running through his mind quickly. Dean was contemplating her words, weighing his options carefully. George sighed and continued, "Listen, I don't know who Carol saw, but I. Promise. You. It wasn't Jack! We need to keep going; we are headed the right way, I know it! Jack--"

"Is in danger and if we don't find him soon he could die, George," Dean sounded stern. He was irritated, but trying not to raise his voice. "We can't risk it!"

George took his new, huffy tone as a personal challenge, matching it with some added neck twists for emphasis, "Which is exactly why we need to keep going toward Oregon, because that's where he is!"

"Both of you, to your corners!" Castiel scolded suddenly, both of them looking about ready to punch the other. "Our primary goal is to find Jack and get him home safe. We have two leads and enough people to follow both. I'll go back to the motel and see if I can find a car to borrow, and head to Butte. The three of you keep following George's lead."

"Cas--"

"No arguments. Enough time has been wasted and, you're right, Dean, he's in danger. That being said," Cas cut Dean off when he tried to interrupt, "George is right, too."

"I am?" George was surprised by the support.

"She is?!" Dean was suspect.

"Yes. It's clear she feels very strongly about Jack being in Oregon and I trust her."

"I do, too," Sam agreed.

George's eyes went wide at the both of them, "You do?" 'Surprised' didn't even begin to cover it.

"Yes, I do," Castiel answered definitively. "Now, you should settle the bill and get going. If you find Jack--"

"We'll call you right away," Sam finished understandingly as he stood up from the booth to handle the check. He stepped away, leaving George to sit in a state of semi-shock, silently mulling over the concept of trust.

Dean's brow was furrowed, staring at the table intently. After a minute he nodded, addressing Cas, "I'll walk you out."

The two men began to head for the exit, and George leapt up, "Wait!" She stepped in front of Cas and looked him over, "OK, um, OK, look, I-I'm nervous about you leaving but I get it, I guess," She shot Dean a dirty look over Cas' shoulder. "Just… please be careful. Don't do anything stupid, OK? If you think to yourself 'Dean would do that!' do the opposite, yes?"

As Dean rolled his eyes, Castiel smiled kindly in response to her concern. With a gentle nod he assured, "I'll be careful. I think it goes without saying that I want you all," he looked at Dean over his shoulder pointedly, "to do the same."

George nodded in agreement and hesitated before throwing her arms around him and hugging tightly. Cas stood in place, receiving her hug awkwardly. Not until George suggested he hug back did he carefully lift his arms and pat her on the back quickly. When she let go, she gave him a nervous grimace and the two men left.